| Out here on the back side of that city limit sign where the world turns two
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| lanes
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| Pretty girl working at the bank and the fella topping off your tank knows your
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| name
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| Water tower, power lines, swimming holes, rusty old RC Cola signs and county
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| fairs
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| Raise your hand if you’ve been there
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| Where there’s biscuits, grits, and gravy
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| And the waitress calls you baby
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| And the star lights like a street light on a summer night
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| We say hell yeah and Amen, yeehaw and y’all come back again
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| And pray that our boys come home alive
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| And when ole glory flies we still hold our hands over our hearts
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| Where there’s more trucks than cars
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| Well, I’ve been there on the concrete of them big city streets in my Ford truck
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| Traffic jam in the town square, told my buddies living up there, good luck
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| Meanwhile back in Tennessee we’re raising our babies and our own green beans
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| and kicking up dust
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| Come on down when you’ve had enough
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| Where there’s biscuits, grits, and gravy
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| And the waitress calls you baby
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| And the star lights like a street light on a summer night
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| We say hell yeah and Amen, yeehaw and y’all come back again
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| And pray that our boys come home alive
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| And when ole glory flies we still hold our hands over our hearts
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| Where there’s more trucks than cars
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| Where there’s biscuits, grits, and gravy
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| And the waitress calls you baby
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| And the star lights like a street light on a summer night
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| We say hell yeah and Amen, yeehaw and y’all come back again
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| And pray that our boys come home alive
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| And when ole glory flies we still hold our hands over our hearts
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| Where there’s more trucks than cars
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| Where there’s more trucks than cars |